Morning Exercise

When we lived in Virginia, there was a big black furry dog living near us that used to accompany us on walks around the neighborhood. His name was Bear.

My first thought this morning as I watched Little Bit bolt across the street and then back again in hot pursuit was: "Where did that big black furry dog come from? It reminds me of our old friend Bear."

My second thought was: "Oh crap, that's not Bear, that's bear!"

Bit chased the black bear from one neighbor's yard to the other and then, thankfully, returned home. She seemed a little stunned. I couldn't see her when she passed into the neighbor's yard. But I suspect what she thought was an intruder dog decided to climb a tree and that kind of threw her off her game.